They Assist The Core Destruction

20th Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling

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I remember what it feels like to be wanted,
To have a companion.
That feeling is fading in the mist.



I wish that I could have someone back
Or of course someone fresh and natural.
I search every book, fact and fiction.
I see no answer for this reality.


They all complain:
The little things
The minors.

They all complain:
The big things
The unbelievable.

Their all wanted
But they don’t appreciate,
Their not grateful.



I’ve wrecked my mind, destruction inwards and
downwards centre.


Empty end’s of rainbows.

No treasure in the pyramids.

No art in the Saatchi.



All those “lovers”,
All the “couples”.
All their disconnection from others life’s.
Sometimes as much as I find happiness within their aura,
I wish death on every ungrateful soul.

Maybe you call me selfish?

I call it the scales levelling out.